Come through
721 Words
The sun pierced through the blinds like it was out for revenge.
Felicity groaned, pulling the covers over her head. Her mouth was dry, her wig was slightly askew, and her stomach was having a full debate with last night’s cocktails.
"Amahle,” she croaked, “remind me never to mix rum, tequila, and whatever that pink stuff was.”
From across the room, a shrill scream exploded — loud enough to wake ancestors.
“CHOMMIEEEEE!”
Felicity bolted upright, nearly kicking the blankets off the bed.
“What the hell, Amahle?! This isn’t Weskoppies!”
Amahle was standing in the middle of their tiny apartment, holding her phone like it had just proposed to her.
“HE LIKED MY STORY!”
“Who?” Felicity asked, rubbing her eyes.
“Major Keys! He liked my story. Look!” she said, running to Felicity like she was carrying the ten commandments.
Felicity blinked at the cracked phone screen in front of her.
A blurry video of them at Chezima… and right underneath it?
🔥🔥🔥
MajorKeysOfficial liked your story
Felicity’s whole mood changed.
“This man,” she muttered. “This man woke up today and chose violence.”
“No, babes — he chose to like my insta story,” Amahle corrected, already applying lip gloss like it was part of the celebration.
“He chose to remind me that I have no phone and no patience, and I need to call my mom”
Felicity rolled out of bed, slow and dramatic, like someone attending their own funeral.
She walked straight to the bathroom, muttering as she passed the mirror:
“Fire emojis? Is that his apology language now?”
The water in the shower was too hot, and still not enough. She stood under it for ten minutes, letting it scorch the regret off her skin. Her brain played back the scene from last night like a movie she didn’t sign up to watch.
“Ayy yo fats from earlier.”
“I’m Major Keys.”
“Call me an Uber.”
She rolled her eyes under the water.
“Mxm. This is why I mind my business. Graduation and vibes? Never again.”
After the shower, she towel-dried her braids, threw on a tracksuit, grabbed her handbag, and picked up her almost-dead phone like it was contagious.
“I’m going to the mall,” she announced.
“Ooh! Wait for me, let’s go together!”
“No,” Felicity said, deadpan. “I’m not emotionally strong enough to be around you and your fire emojis right now. plus, I need to save this energy for when I call my mom”
Amahle gasped. “You’re being dramatic.
After Felicity's left, the room was quiet
Amahle was lying on her bed in her favorite oversized hoodie, scrolling through t****k with her speaker on low and a hangover gripping her soul gently but firmly by the neck Her bonnet was half off, one lash clung to life on her cheek, and the smell of leftover pizza hovered like a lazy cloud in the room.
Ping.
She glanced at her phone.
@MajorKeysOfficial: replied to your story
She blinked.
MajorKeysOfficial
🔥🔥🔥 You didn’t have to do the crowd like that, ya know…
Amahle blinked again and sat up slowly like she was in a telenovela.
Lmao you really watched the whole thing? Thought you were too busy forgetting lyrics 👀
MajorKeysOfficial:
Touché 😭 You had me distracted. Not even gonna lie. You were floating.
Your friend, though... yo.
Amahle sucked her teeth, flipping over to lie on her stomach.
Which part? The part where you bumped her, broke her phone, or called her “fats”?
MajorKeysOfficial:
Yeah… that one. Yoh I messed up. Big time. I was being a doos.
He paused. Then:
MajorKeysOfficial
Think she'd let me apologize? Like… properly.
She’s still pissed, bro. I’m not even allowed to say “club” in this house without getting side-eye.
MajorKeysOfficial:
I’m not tryna make things weird.
But maybe we link up? Casual. Bring her. I’ll say what I gotta say in person. Man to woman.
Amahle raised an eyebrow.
Link up where exactly?
MajorKeysOfficial:
My boy’s rooftop spot in Menlyn. Chill vibe. Sunset. No noise, no flex. Just me showing up proper.
Amahle was shaking before she sent:
cool
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